Chapter 10

Remus

After Dr Lawrence left, I checked in on Zailah. She still sat in her favourite spot. She wouldn't like the new collar or cage I had arranged for her, but the Dr needed something to control her since it wouldn't be a fair fight between them should she choose to attack him.

Every day, her captivity conditions chipped away at her. She looked bright and professional in the picture on her work’s website. She wore a suit jacket and blouse, holding a similar pose to the rest of the solicitors in the firm. Her current look was one of a destitute homeless person.

I chuckled when I remembered her scrubbing her face with the bottled water on the day I left. She tried to wash her body using water. My wealth management group and club would be well-managed, and I would take the time to oversee Dr Lawrence's progress. What neither of them knew was that I intended to push for hard and fast results. I was unwilling to wait. In the meantime, my little pet bitch needed to bathe before her transportation tomorrow.

I put everything in place before I went to get her. She didn't look up or acknowledge me when I opened the door. Only when I began to unlock her collar did she look at me. I wrinkled my nose as she smelled ripe. Her neck looked sore, but I had the first aid kit ready. Hopefully, silver wouldn't be an issue in the long run.

“You owe me your life,”

I said as I pulled her up. “You should have died with the others that night. If you survive the procedures, your life will still be mine. So, I suggest that you begin to adjust to the fact that you will be the equivalent of being my pet. You will never return to your old life, and I own you.”

Her eyes widened with disbelief, and I used the opportunity to tug her along by keeping a tight grip on her wrist as I crossed the room. She had no family, and this worked to my advantage. It was always easier to manipulate vulnerable people.

“You can’t—”

she began to say as she twisted her arm, trying to free herself.

“I can and will because the only other option for you is death,”

I snapped at her, not in the mood for her argumentative nature.

She stopped struggling and began to look around my house once she was out of the basement.

“Do you expect me to be subservient to you while you hold me captive and experiment on me like a damn lab rat?”

she muttered as I took her up the second set of stairs.

I didn't need to reply because she would have her answer before she returned to her room. I could be patient when needed, and I knew what I wanted. A mindless little pet ready to take her master whenever I felt the need.

I hope she passed the stress tests the Dr had planned for her. Some were bound to leave scars, but I considered the scars the silver testing left as my branding and looked forward to it. I’d had time to observe her and consider my options about her while I was gone.

Once I reached the bathroom, I pushed her towards the shower as my eyes dropped to her ass. The things I wanted to do to her when the time was right. She wouldn't get any clothing, which might be difficult for me, but her mindset needed to change.

She stepped inside the shower, and I stood back to watch her, satisfied that she followed my instructions. She kept her back to me as the water began to rain over her body. She began to wash her hair straight away, which wasn't a surprise since she had been scratching her scalp for a while. When the steam covered the glass, and I could no longer see her, I went into the bedroom.

I lifted the carefully crafted silver and white collar. It had cost me a pretty penny to have it designed. It is adaptable in size and has a wide range of features. It was ironic that her collar represented my freedom from my wolf. Thirty-three years, and I’d never come across another werewolf only to create one.

She should be grateful towards me.

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She took almost two hours in the bathroom, but I’d left her hair products as I’d researched what was required to treat matted and knotted hair like hers. I took the time to go through Dr Lawrence’s notes that he had emailed. When she entered the bedroom, I didn't need to look at her to see that she had covered herself.

“Leave the towel in the bathroom,”

I said as I closed my laptop and lifted my head.

She had braided her hair into two thick braids that ran over the top of her head, going to the back with a middle parting. Her freshly scrubbed face and body looked appealing. My eyes went to her lips as I remembered the feel of the inside of her mouth. Her head dropped down before she left and came back naked. It was difficult not to stare at her luscious curves. Her full breasts down to her inviting thick hips and pussy.

“Come over here,”

I said as I sat up and put my feet on the floor.

She padded around the bed before she stood before me.

“Get on your knees,”

I said, watching her face.

She lifted her eyes to mine, and I saw the discomfort.

“Now,”

I snapped at her and to my delight, she dropped to her knees.

I held her jaw in my hand and rubbed my thumb over her lips until she grimaced. It was going to be beautiful to watch her break. I reached for the collar and snapped it around her neck.

“If you try to take it off, you will get a nasty electric shock. It can be short or long, and I control the voltage you get depending on your form. Dr Lawrence will also have a remote on him at all times,”

I said as I ran my finger from the collar to her shoulder. “It’s a little bulky, but you will get used to it.”

She lifted her head to look at me. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Two days in solitary confinement had worked a treat.

“You're evil,”

she whispered as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

“No, I’m practical. I need you to be a good little bitch for me,”

I said with a smile. “After all, you are part animal now.”

She was equal to me in physiology, but I wanted her complete submission.

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I lay awake, listening for her to try and make her escape. I hadn't put any chains on her when I put her back into her room. The lock on her door was still broken, and I was sure she could get past the locked basement door if she put her mind to it. By 3 am, I had given up after checking the downstairs cameras and went to sleep.

When a phone alert awakened me, I saw the message, smiled and wondered how 25,000 volts would affect a werewolf. I put my slippers on and went outside to check on her condition. When I reached the gates, she began to sit up, and I shocked her again with a smaller voltage size. Her body began to shake before she fell back, only to continue to convulse on the ground. Her cries pierced the silent dawn morning.

She wore my raincoat, but it wasn't zipped up. I put the remote into my shorts pocket to grab her arm and drag her up the driveway. It took her some time to recover because I was halfway up the driveway when she tried to stand up. I paused for a second as she stood up and began to walk.

“I’m sorry. I had to try,”

she cried.

I ignored her as I took her into the house and removed my jacket from her. She kept her head down as I took her upstairs to my bedroom. Once I locked the door, I let go of her wrist and climbed back into bed. She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

I hit her with the highest voltage again, and she instantly collapsed onto the ground. She was convulsing and jerking around on the ground, holding the collar as gurgling noises left her mouth. I reluctantly took my thumb off the button.

“Crawl on your hands and knees to me,”

I said as I watched her body spasm while she groaned and grunted in pain.

She slowly rolled onto her stomach and began to crawl towards me. The voltage was enough to take her down. The setting for her wolf was much higher. That would be tested at a later date. She slowly made her way towards the bed and stopped at the spot where I made her kneel earlier.

“Sit up on your knees with your legs spread open.”

She stared at me for a few seconds, and I triggered her collar again until she fell on the floor. This one was a quick trigger. She quickly sat up, placing her hands on the floor to open her legs. It was a good position, and I could see her pretty pussy.

“Keep your back straight,”

I said, watching as she straightened her spine, causing her breasts to jut out. “I want you in the same position when I wake up.”

I stared at her for a few moments as she sat on the floor, shedding more tears before I lay down and got comfortable.

“If you try that again next time, it will be far worse than a few jolts of electricity,”

I said harshly.

There was silence before I heard her sniffling.

“Why are you so cruel?”

she whispered, but I heard the anguish in her voice.

I smiled as I mulled over a question I’d never thought much about.

Why?

My trip to Norway had been life-altering. I’d been heading into a mundane lifestyle that the majority of the populous followed. All the things expected of you as part of a society.

“Perhaps I’m devoid of empathy or guilt. I enjoy hurting others, men or women. I especially relish humiliating people. Mmm, yes. Like a puppet master watching others dance to my tune. What you call cruelty, I call it the circle of life. I exploit situations that benefit me because I’m higher in the food chain. So why shouldn't I do whatever the fuck I want?”

I glanced at her to check her reaction. I could see her in the dark, and there was no doubt she could see me. She wiped her nose as she continued to cry softly.

“T-that’s not normal,”

she stuttered.

“It doesn't matter what you think, Zailah. What should concern you is you capitulating to my needs. Stop resisting me, and things will get easier for you,”

I said as I lay back on my pillows.

She didn't reply, but I didn't expect her to. She had a few uncomfortable hours to dwell on my words.